XVIII

Angels in the early morningMay be seen the dews among,Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:Do the buds to them belong?
Angels when the sun is hottestMay be seen the sands among,Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;Parched the flowers they bear along.

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